[Fire breathes hot against his neck and he finds himself pinned against his pod. Crimson and goldenrod swings in to hit him as metal shears away in bursts of flame. Someone's keeping him here, locked inside with no escape.
He snarls as he swings, trying to break free of the iron clutched at his shoulders.
I remember them. Floods his mind. Men, women, children begging for their lives, but destroyed in the same way one might swat a fly.]
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He snarls as he swings, trying to break free of the iron clutched at his shoulders.
I remember them. Floods his mind. Men, women, children begging for their lives, but destroyed in the same way one might swat a fly.]